The Day The Sky Bled.

  In the park I sat, all lonely and bitter. I watched the early winter leaves fall with the wind. They covered the grass. I picked one up and crushed it in my hand, then opened my palm to find the wind blowing it away back to the ground with the rest. But it could no longer fit in. It was no longer a precious ornament to decorate the naked grass. Now it was trash. It's distorted shape did not stand out from the rest, but it was clear that it no longer served a purpose in the pretty tapestry that nature had created. I liked what I had made. I piked up another leaf and proceeded to crush it with my palm. I don't recall how long i did this for. I must have crushed a thousand leaves while listening to their crunching before I realized it was getting dark.

  I looked up above me to see that the sky was black with clouds. It wasn't usually like this. I looked around me in that park; there were still a child with her mother playing in the playground. It must not be that late. There was a homeless man laying on his cardboard mansion. There was a gathering of people, probably of a religious nature, in a remote corner of the park humming their heavenly tunes. Individuals running their habitual routine of circuling the park. Walkers with their pets trying to stay in shape. There was traffic all the way on the road; passing by, going, stopping. There was people with places to go. There was life all around. There was life all around outside of my little, lonely, and bitter bubble. There was life outside of my sad, and tired shell. I disregarded it. I ignored it. I was content with myself, if that made any sense.

  The clouds moved about like the people did. I wondered if they had a place to go too. They were so black. Once might fancy they were made of ashes. Like someone burned the clouds that were usually in our winter sky. I turned my eyes and head to gaze upon the tree, the tree whose leaves I had been crushing. It stood tall, all trunk and branches. I was amazed at how magnificently beautiful it was. It could even be that it was far more beautiful now than in its summer days when it displayed its new foliage.  I laid myself on that pool of gaunt leaves and stared at the sky as the clouds rushed. They were moving in circles. Had they nowhere to go? Were they where they were supposed to be?

"Clouds" I said to them. "Why do you look like you don't fit in this December sky? Are you like the leaves that I crushed to ruin the art of nature's tapestry? Has someone distorted you to mock the heavens?"

The clouds circled above me, above the park, above the people and the cars. They weren't going anywhere.

"I seem to not fit in this world just as you don't fit in the sky." I whispered to them, "Things sometimes just don't fit where they belong."

They stopped moving. They stopped as if the wind had ceased to blow. It was about to rain, I could tell. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth sticking out my tongue. I was waiting for the rain to fall. I was laying on a pool of haggard leaves with my mouth open and my eyes closed waiting for a drop of rain to poar upon my tongue so I could taste it. It would taste like nothing. But the plain flavor would comfort me, that even those clouds that were made of ashes and didn't fit where they belonged served a purpose. I laid there for what seemed like forever. I was about to give up hope when I suddenly felt a drop of a liquid substace fall upon my forehead. It slowly dripped down the side of my head. I didn't move. I stood there motionless. I waited with my lips parted for a drop of rain. It finally came. It fell upon my mouth like a kiss from the clouds. I could taste it. It's flavor was not plain. It did not taste like nothing. It tasted sweet. Not only that, It tasted metal. It tasted like blood!

I opened my eyes and much to my surprise I was correct. Those burned clouds made of ashes were crying blood. At first It was a light drizzle but it quickly escalated into a violent precipitation. I stood up and looked at the broken leaves covered in red blood.  They looked amazing. I was starting to notice all thing going on around me besides the rain.

  The dogs had escaped from their masters and barked nonstop. They seemed to be scared. The child, who moments ago was playing and laghing with her mother, was now sobbing deeply and loudly, her mother trying to comfort her... In the road there had been a severe car crash. It was a head on collision and one of the cars seemed to be on fire. How did I not hear that? I wondered. The homeless man laid on his cardboard mansion still. He did not seem to care.

The ground was now completely covered in blood. Every tree and car and building that I could see dripped vibrant red. I couldn't help but think that the world had never looked better. The tree, with its trunk and its branches all covered in blood, had never looked better.

I started to feel weak, I started to feel nacious! Was this vision making me sick? How could this beatiful, magnificent, and astonishing vision make me sick?

"SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE! PLEASE! MY CHILD DIES!" the mother of the girl who had ceased to sob cried. "SHE IS SO PALE! SHE FAILTLY BREATHS! SHE IS COLD! HELP! CALL AN AMBULANCE" she begged, "PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Her face was so pale. She was sitting under the playground, which protected her from the rain. With her face not covered in blood I could see how pale she was. Her face was almost white and her lips were like Ivory! I tried to walk over to her since she was not far away. I took one step in her direction and my knee went numb. It was as if I had take an arrow to it! I collapsed upon the ground. I felt as if I were to fait. I stood up, very tired. The temperature seemed to have dropped considerably for I was so cold. I turned to look at her again. She had fainted. It was as if she had lost blood. The dogs had stopped barking. I looked around to see. They were on the ground. Had they fainted? Were they dead? I sat down for I was so tired I could no longer stand. I looked over at the homeless man. Had he fainted too? Was he dead perhaps? I was starting to shift in and out of consciousnes. That's when I realised what was happening.

It was MY blood raining from the sky. IT WAS MY BLOOD THAT RAINED FROM THE SKY! It was my blood, and the blood of that woman, and the blood of her child, and the blood of that homeless man, and the blood of the dogs. It was the blood of everything that lived that was raining from the sky. It was the most precious substance a living being could have that had made this beatiful, magnificent, and astonishing vision into reality. Was this a tragedy?

I laid down on the ground on my puddle of leaves. I was covered in blood, I was cold, I was tired, I was faint. I was gonna die like everybody else. There was nothing I could do about it. So I laid on my back, I opened my mouth and I tasted the sweet blood. I tasted the sweet blood that rained form the sky until it all turned black.

To Cry With Laughter

While Watching Angelo, An actor of comedy
The people cheered and said to him,
"Thou art the funniest man on the land,
and the happiest too!"
And to this the comedian laughed.

Victims of the heart,
the highest lords and ladies,
on the darkest nights most morbid,
went to the king of comedians,
and changed their suffering to laughter.

One day, before a most famous medic
a man came with a morbid look.
"I suffer" said he, "an evil as terrible
as my face is pale!"

"I find nothing charming or attractive;
I care not for my name nor for my fate,
I am in a state of dead while living,
and my only passion is death!"

"Doest thou travel and distract?" the doctor asked
"So much I have traveled!"
"Hast thou read books?"
"So much I have read!"
"Doest a woman love thee?"
"So much I am loved"
"Doest thou have a title?"
"I was born into Nobility!"

"Art thou poor perhaps?"
"Rich I am!"
"Praise doest thou desire?"
"Praised so much I am!"
"Doest thou have family to love?"
"Only my sorrows."
"Doest thou travel to the cemeteries?"
"Plenty... Plenty..."

"In thine present life, doest thou have acquaintances?"
"Plenty, but I let them not impose their burdens,
for only the dead do I call friends,
And the living my tormentors."

"Thou has left me," said the medic, "Perplexed,
Thine illness... Thou must not lose hope!
Take this advice as a prescription,
Only by watching Angelo can thou be cured!"
"Angelo?"
"Angelo Indeed! Even the most reluctant and austere from society
eagers to watch his performance.
Everyone who watches him dies of laughter,
He has an amazing artistic grace!"
"And will he make me laugh?"
"Ah! Indeed, I swear it to thee!
Him indeed,
Nobody but him,
Farther more...." He stopped when he saw the look on the mans face.
"What troubles thee?"

"You see," Said the ill man, "That won't cure me;
I Am Angelo!... I pray thee change my prescription..."


How many are there?
Weary of life,
Sick of sorrow,
Dying of boredom,
Making laughter like the suicidal comedian,
Without finding in himself a cure.

OH! How many times while laughing we cry.
Nobody should,
In the happiness of laughter put their fortune
Because in the creatures that sorrow devours
The soul cries while the face laughs...

And if faith dies, the calm escapes,
If only flowers do our feet tread,
Launching in the face the tempest of the soul;
A smile.

And the carnaval that is the world, tricks us plenty
Tells us that our lives are short masques.
And here we learn to laugh with sobs,
And also to cry with laughter.

Sorry

 I'm sorry I can't stop thinking about you.
 I'm sorry I'm so nice to you.
 I'm sorry I'm a dick too.
 I'm sorry I'm such a bad person.
 I'm sorry you're such a bad friend.
 I'm sorry I'm always trying.
 I'm sorry I love you.
 I'm sorry you don't.

Boho!

Hehe...
Weep yourself a river. 
On a shit day.
It's not like i'd even.
Give a Fuck anyway!

Hahaha Bitch!
sob a Fucking lake
It's of no Fucking use.
There's gonna be a victim.
In this shitty life of yours!

HahaHahaHa!
Cry me an ocean.
Little whiny WHORE.
So I can drown you in it.
I can't stand you anymore!! 

Martyr

I'm a martyr of your fancy

even when I know You're feign

I'm a martyr of your will

That is all that I can feel

You're my Solace and my love

oh my only ally

Adored above all

but leading me awry....

I let you near

you sank your fangs deep

your venom spread quick

it was my fault

Your Ice words

Left me in a mess

and Your lies

led me to obsess

even If I fight my way

through your torments

I will be compelled again

you're like my cocaine...

I'm a martyr of your fancy

even when I know You're feign

I'm a martyr of your will

That is all that I can feel

even if I find my way

through your puzzles

I will still fall and obey.

I am your eternal prey

You're my Solace and my love

you're my only ally

Adored above all

but leading me awry....

I'm a martyr of your fancy

even when I know You're feign

I'm a martyr of your will

That is all that I can feel

Empty Room

Walk into a room. Room is empty. Realize that you're adrift in an uncaring world, in which everyone is only out to help themselves, that all human interaction is based on lies and selfishness. Realize you'll never find true love because love doesn't exist. Realize that your entire life will not leave a lasting impression on the world, and your entire legacy will be reduced to an empty, soul-less corpse. Realize that, no matter how many people you surround yourself with, you will die alone.

The Vulture

The walkway was slim and steep. Trees, mold and all sorts of vegetation covered every inch of that forest but the narrow path. Who would make such a walkway here in this forest? Who would take the time to clear out the path and lay concrete on it and make such a neat walkway here? I might have walked up that path for days or weeks or months! It's a mystery why I didn't turn around and went my way. All I knew is that I had to make it to the top. They were waiting for me there and I was already late! The more I walked the colder it got, the harder it became to breath. The higher I got the more dead the forest seemed. The sky seemed to turn from day to night as I advanced. The once green life seemed to turn golden and dry. The leafs started to decay, the trees to die. The ground no longer had mold or any sort of vegetation, the soil was cracked and dried. The walkway remained the same, unchanging though the whole trip . Finally, after what seemed like endless walking, a mephitic stench stroke me as I came upon a stone fence. There the world seemed to end. All around laid broken trees and dead birds. Above my head flew endless flocks of white doves.

“You're late for dinner!” Said a voice. I turned to the side to fix my eyes upon a Vulture. It was standing on the branches of a dead tree all grotesque and repulsive. It was a little bigger than me and its feathers were jet black. Its face was dyed red with blood and its eyes stared at me as if I were a tasty treat.

“Pardon my tardiness, Vulture.” I responded as politely as I could.

“You are not allowed to speak!” He replied looking at me dead in the eye.

“You are the one who is the bird! I have a mouth. You have a beak. YOU are the one who is not allowed to speak!” I said as I looked around where the Vulture laid. About him were endless corpses of white doves. All half eaten. Some had no eyes or wings. Some had their intestines laying about. Maggots and flies making their homes out of them all.

“Stupid boy. Would you like a dove?” It twisted its head somewhat like an owl giving me a curious look.

“I would not! That is unpalatable! And I have no appetite for the smell of your home is making me sick!” The Vulture looked at me with an offended look

“You have poor taste, Child.” It replied as if I was the disgusting one.

“Why don't you eat your prey before you kill some more?” I exclaimed in aggression. What a waste of innocent lifes I thought to myself.

“I'm am not a bird of pray, ignorant Human. The gods, They smile upon me. The birds, they fall to me from the sky!” He laughed madly and looked up above him. I did likewise and I saw the white doves flying around. They were fighting each other in the sky. They ripped each other apart and fell. The moment I looked up they all circled above me. Corpses of white doves started to rain around me. Half dead when they hit the ground the Vulture came and finished them off. He gave them death and ended their suffering.

“Why do they fight?” I asked him as he walked around killing the twitching and crying doves that laid around me.

“They kill each other because they want to die.”

“They kill because they want to die?” I didn't understand what he had said just then.

“Indeed, but they are lousy killers, They only wound each other. I am the one that does all the dirty work.” He chuckled a bit.

“Do they ever stop?” I inquired

“No. They never stop. They come from below where there is food and water.” He said happily.

“That is so tragic. Maybe if I could speak to them they will tell me why they kill because they want to die...” It made me so sad to think such beautiful creatures would want to kill or die.

“They never come down here in conditions to talk.”

“Then you must take me up there!”

“Child, What manners you have. Join me for dinner and I will do you that favor.” He laughed knowing that I was disgusted by the though of eating a dead dove. But my curiosity was overwhelming me and I complied. “You must kill it yourself!” He laughed even harder, picking up a dove with his claw and throwing it at my feet. It was twitching and crying. One of his eye had fallen out and was only suspended by its optic never. I picked it up and plucked its feathers off its stomach. It seemed to be in shock for it did not cry anymore than it already was. I took a bite out of its semi-clean stomach and It was delightful. It was like the gods had smiled upon me! I sucked out its intestines as if I were eating noodles! I was please to think that the dove wanted to die anyways. I thought it was an act of mercy to murder a suicidal creature.

“How do you like it, boy?”

“It is the most delightful thing I have ever tasted!” I said realized I must have gone mad. What kind of person enjoys killing and eating a raw dove?

“I am pleased to hear that. Would you still like me to take you to them to hear their story?” He asked

“Yes. I must know why they do such violent things.” The hypocrisy of my words, as I had just devoured a life bird, made me chuckle. The Vulture started to flap its wings and soon was in the air. He gripped me by the arms with his claws and soon I was in the air as well. We flew right in the middle of their war. They did not stop fighting each other.

“Why do you fight, doves who fight??” I yelled at them but they did not reply. “WHY DO YOU FIGHT DOVES?” I was starting to think that doves couldn't talk. “WHAT IS THIS WAR ABOUT?” One of the doves approached me.

“We kill because we want to die” he said to me. “We kill because If we all do, Then we will all die.”

“I do not understand!”

“There is nothing to understand. We live so we can kill. We kill so we can die.”

“You are confusing me Dove. Why do you want to die?” I asked. The dove looked so tasty. I wanted him to fight. I wanted him to fall. I wanted him to die. I wanted to eat him raw.

“We want to die beca-” He was interrupted by another Dove who charged at him. The attacker gripped the Dove's back with his claws and stabbed at his eyes and wings. The dove emitted a cry of pain and spirited down towards the ground.

“Let me down Vulture!” I yelled, “let me down so I can eat that polite little dove.” My mouth was melting for that delicious little dove.

“I said I will get you up here. I never said I will get you down.” He laughed, “sure the gods may smile upon me, but having the same thing everyday is torturing me.”

“Whatever do you mean?” I was scared. Adrenalin ran through my blood as I suspected that Vulture was going to kill me.

“You look quite delicious, You know?”

“No, Pleased don't!” I had no way to escape. All I could do was plead for mercy. All I could do was try to appeal to his sympathy. “You are not a bird of prey. I beg you!” The Vulture gripped my arms tighter. It looked down upon me and stabbed at my left eye with his beak. He poked it out and ate it. I cried and Twitched as a storm of pain ran though my whole head. I felt the Vultures grip suddenly letting go of me as I fell down. Faster and faster I fell. I could see the doves falling to my sides. Just like me; wounded and about to die. I hit the ground with a loud racket, still alive. The Vulture stood on top of me.

“Did you enjoy the ride?” He asked as he jabbed at my stomach, pulling my intestines out. I was in no condition to say a word. I watched him eat my intestines the same way that one dove watched me eat his.

"You are the most delightful thing I've ever tasted!" He said to me and it all turned to black.